In Lucinda’s shadow, Luke rubbed the ring over his shirt before passing it over to the cleric. It was a thick golden band topped with a large red ruby. He could have worn it as a bangle. Then he looked up at his bride. It was as if she’d materialised out of it like a genie in a fantasy. He was vaguely aware of some mumblings in the background in front of him until there was a short pause. Realising it could be his line, he took a gamble and said it.
‘I do.’
The mumblings continued. Then there was a friendly sweet warm
voice that echoed the same. Lucinda took a step back and bent down directly
behind Luke, her breasts brushing him either side. He could hear a creaking
sound in front of him as if something was being stretched. Then she reached out
her hand and the cleric put the ring over her index finger. It was official.
She was his.
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